Chapter 4- The Deal before the Deal

Elena's POV 

My fingers trembled as I reached behind me, unclasping the straps of my dress. The fabric slipped down my shoulders like a secret falling away, revealing my bare skin exposed to his gaze. His eyes never left me, taking me in like I was already his.

I let my dress fall to the floor, the cool air prickling my skin. His gaze flickered over every curve as every inch laid bare for him. I felt exposed but alive in a way I never had before.

“You're even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs huskily, feeling my body.

My heart raced as I leaned into his touch, my body already aching for him. 

I part my lips slightly, inviting him to kiss me. He doesn't hesitate, capturing my mouth with his own in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless. 

I had never felt this way with Liam or anyone at all…..but this stranger woke things I had never felt before.

His hands roam over my curves possessively as we continue to make out passionately. I moan softly against his lips when he pinched one of my erect nipples. 

“Touch yourself for me chiquita…” He commanded gruffly. “I want to watch you pleasure this sexy little body…”

With trembling fingers, I hiked up the hem of my underwear and pulled aside the crotch of my panties. I started rubbing in slow circles over my clit, biting my lip to stifle a moan. He groaned approvingly as he watched me, his cock already rock hard and straining against his trousers.

After a few minutes of teasing myself, I sank to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his belt and pull out his huge swollen cock, licking my lips hungrily.

“Fuck yes... I need this big dick inside me…”

I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and slurping noisily as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. He groaned loudly above me, tangling one hand in my hair.*

“Cazzo... la tua bocca è fantastica!” He pants out in Italian. “You suck cock like a pro little slut…”

I moaned around his dick at the dirty endearment before taking him even deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly but didn't let up until tears were streaming down my face onto his cock.

He hauled me back to my feet abruptly and spun me around so I'm bent over the nearby desk. He flipped up my dress and ripped off my panties, exposing my dripping wet pussy.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me in a tight heat, pumping them in and out roughly. I moaned softly as I bit my lips.

“So fucking tight and wet... I can't wait to feel this perfect cunt wrapped around my cock…” he groaned 

I cried out sharply at the sudden intrusion but quickly started rocking back against his hand, chasing more of that delicious friction. The stranger finger-fucked me hard and fast while he rubbed circles over my clit with his thumb until I was a shaking mess.

“Fuck me please!”I begged shamelessly. “Please just fuck me already!”

He chuckled darkly as he freed his throbbing cock once more. He notched the tip at my entrance and slammed forward brutally, as he buried himself balls-deep in one powerful thrust.*

I screamed in ecstasy, tears spilling down my face as he split me open on his thick shaft. He set a punishing pace right from the start, pounding into my soaked pussy relentlessly.

 The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with our mingled moans.

He leans over my back to suck at my neck, leaving dark hickeys on my skin “Mmmm... You feel so good around my dick chiquita... Gonna fuck this pussy raw…”

I could only whimper incoherently as the stranger railed into me harder and faster as my inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, already on the verge of orgasm from his brutal treatment.

“Cum for me!” He growled in my ear.

“Cum all over this big cock like a good little slut!”

With a keening cry, I shatter apart beneath him, convulsing violently as I came undone. He groaned loudly as he felt me spasming around him before burying himself deep one last time and flooding my womb with his cum.

We collapsed together onto the bed afterwards, both sweaty and panting from exertion. 

The next morning I woke up alone in the room with only the cheque as proof of what transpired between us with the caption “For last night, chiquita" 

 I felt a mix of confusion, hurt and anger at being treated like nothing more than an expensive escort.

I didn’t even ask his name because actually I didn't care.

I just needed the money.

But I should’ve.

Because Four years later, when I walked into that office for the “wife interview,”

those same

grey eyes looked up…..

and my whole world went still.